The banquet was a good one.
Because of Elder Ba, the nine elders were so kind that the disciples were secretly jealous of them.
Xun Song's face was filled with joy from seeing his junior brother the entire time. He repeatedly toasted and invited Chu Mo.
The group of core disciples carefully complimented Chu Mo, who they were envious of, within a reasonable range.
As the main character, Chu Mo also used his three faces to skillfully deal with the three parties as they toasted each other.
However, everyone could see that Chu Mo was absent-minded.
At first, they thought that his absent-mindedness came from the other party's arrogance.
However, when a core disciple walked up to Chu Mo's table and toasted, they saw Chu Mo immediately stand up. This moved this core disciple to the extreme.
This was no longer arrogance.
What exactly was it that caused Elder Ba's true disciple to be absent-minded?
Xun Song felt that this was a question worth pondering.
However, while it was worth it, he had no way of thinking about it.
As if seeing through his disciple's thoughts, Elder Mu chuckled and changed the topic.
"Martial Nephew Chu Mo, how do you feel about coming to the Human-Demon Battlefield?"
Hearing this, Chu Mo respectfully replied, "As expected of the Human-Demon Battlefield. The shock it brings Chu Mo is extraordinary."
"That's right. The Human-Demon Battlefield is the first line of defense against the invasion of the Demons …" an elder sighed. "If not for the existence of the Human-Demon Battlefield, even if the Nine Heavens were not destroyed, it would have been devastated."
"That's right. Although we cultivators pursue the Great Dao, we should not avoid the Human-Demon Battlefield. Instead, we should actively participate in it …"
"Elder Ba must have allowed Junior Nephew Chu Mo to make this trip because of this …" Chu Mo's eyes widened.
"However, since Martial Nephew has just arrived, there is no need to have high expectations of yourself. Take your time. With your talent and diligence, you will be able to establish yourself here in no time …"
…
The elders' words were penetrating. Chu Mo listened attentively and memorized them.
"Martial Nephew thanks Martial Uncles for your guidance."
"Haha, you are too polite." Elder Mu smiled. He pointed at Xun Song and said, "My disciple Xun Song is untalented. In any case, he has trained in the Human-Demon Battlefield for many years. He has not made many contributions, but if you have any questions, you can ask him."
When he heard this, Xun Song immediately stood up and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Chu Mo, I dare not speak about cultivation, but if Junior Brother has any doubts in other aspects, feel free to ask!"
Chu Mo was startled when he heard Xun Song speak with such confidence, and he seemed to be slightly hesitant.
"From the looks of it, his absent-mindedness might really be because he has some doubts in his heart …"
Just as Xun Song was thinking about that, he saw Chu Mo stand up and bow to him.
"Since Senior Brother doesn't find this Junior Brother troublesome, then this Junior Brother really has a question that I would like Senior Brother to answer."
"Haha, Junior Brother is too polite. Feel free to speak your mind." Xun Song laughed straightforwardly, and then he cupped his fists towards the nine elders in the hall and said, "Even if I, Senior Brother, am unable to dispel your doubts, aren't there still nine elders here? Today, I'll definitely fulfill Junior Brother's wish!"
"Senior Brother, may I ask, in the history of the Human-Devil Battlefield, has there ever been a precedent of collapsing the Buried Tablet Cliff?"
When a certain side hall in the Primordial Chaos Immortal Sect's Southern Heaven Gate's encampment fell into a strange silence because of Chu Mo's words …
Xie Tian, who had been moving forward at full speed, had already passed through the last teleportation array and arrived at the last scavenger camp for them to rest and reorganize.
Compared to the previous thirty-two scavenger camps, this scavenger camp was the smallest, but it was also the most spacious.
"Xie Shao, there's no one here!"
Wu Dong tried to use his own panic to increase the sense of desolation in this place.
Unexpectedly, after Xie Tian nodded, he muttered, "Isn't this just right? No one is fighting with us for it."
This is a matter of snatching!
This is a matter of whether we should continue forward or not!
Wu Dong almost cursed out loud, but in the end, he couldn't suppress his impulse. He hurriedly advised, "Xie Shao, I know you're powerful, but … but if we go any further, it won't be our territory anymore!"
"I know, Demons' territory …" Xie Tian smiled. "This is called catching them off guard. Maybe the Demons won't believe that anyone will enter their territory. Don't worry."
"You want me to feel at ease with such empty words?"
Wu Dong clenched his teeth, stomped his feet, and followed after him.
"Xie Shao, Xie Shao, I don't want anything right now … I just want that old man you mentioned to be half as powerful as Lu Feng, the sixth ancestor of the Lu Family …"
After leaving the last scavenger camp, Xie Tian felt that the Di wind blowing on his Evil Body had become much stronger.
It was as if the Di wind had become purer and more frightening as it was away from humans.
Seeing that Wu Dong could still withstand the Di wind on his own, Xie Tian focused his attention on this place that had basically become a Demons' territory.
"The range of my senses has shrunk by 20% …"
Not only had the range shrunk, but this Di wind had also weakened the power of his senses.
At least, Xie Tian was sure that it would be much more difficult to find a Demon General like Moda.
"Burning Sun Valley …"
Taking out the map again, Xie Tian realized that it was at least hundreds of millions of miles before they could reach the Burning Sun Valley.
This part of the journey was the first problem they had to overcome.
After deciding on the direction, Xie Tian took a deep breath. "Let's go!"
At the same time …
In the strange silence of the side hall, everyone finally began to think.
Think about what?
Chu Mo's words expressed a few things.
Everyone present knew what the Burial Tablet Cliff was. After all, all of them had passed the test of the Burial Tablet Cliff in order to have the qualifications to step into the Human-Demon Battlefield.
But how could the Burial Tablet Cliff be destroyed by someone?
Not to mention the disciples, even the nine elders who had been in the Human-Demon Battlefield for countless years could not find any evidence from their long memories.
They knew that there were existences that could destroy the Burial Tablet Cliff.
However, these existences were either Great Emperors or the true geniuses of the Nine Heavens who did not need to pass the test at the Buried Tablet Cliff.
Was there a need for such geniuses to destroy the Burial Tablet Cliff to show off their strength?
There was no need at all.
But …
Chu Mo used two words in his words — —
Precedent.
There was no precedent.
But since Chu Mo used a precedent, it meant that something as ancient as destroying the Burial Tablet Cliff was no longer unprecedented.
"No, that's not possible, right?" Elder Mu asked doubtfully. "The Burial Tablet Cliff collapsed?"
Chu Mo nodded seriously. "I saw it with my own eyes."
Hiss!
The hall was filled with the sound of people inhaling cold air.
"The Burial Tablet Cliff really collapsed?"
"My god, I can't imagine it!"
"How is that possible? That, that was built by an emperor …"
"Because it was built by an emperor, to destroy the Burial Tablet Cliff, it would require an emperor, or …"
"Or the strength of the participant's Dao Pond surpassed the limit set by an emperor!"
"Then it must be an emperor!"
…
"An emperor?"
Hearing everyone's analysis, Chu Mo shook his head and said softly, "It's not an emperor, but a Dao Breaking cultivator who looks younger than me."
Hearing this …
The side hall shook.
Everyone was on the verge of collapse.
(End of this chapter)
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